Baskadia

All the love that I forswore

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A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i

Gratitude

Gratitude, oh sweet gratitude, How you make our hearts uplifted, With every moment that we breathe, You remind us how we're gifted. For every dawn that breaks the night, And every bird that sings its song, For every friend that brings us light, We thank you, gratitude, so strong. With every challenge that we face, You show us how to persevere, And with your gentle, loving grace, We find the strength to conquer fear. In every smile that we receive, And every kindness that we see, We feel your war

To Thee I Serve For Eternity

Will the night would be dark, When you are the light of my life? Will the daylight would wake me up, When you are the peace of my dream? Praise for the King of my life, Said my soul who won't deny it, Worthy oh worthy I sang, Thy happiness I earned and deserved, I would not waste a thing, To thee, I served for eternity, I would not fail in anything, To thee, I served for eternity, ©kellyeluyjr

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

The thunder of a distant gun

This poem is written by Tamina Anderson from Canada. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Pretty girl

Pretty girl Why so much pain Why does she feel powerless Why is God not helping her Her relationship life is wreaking and life itself is the worst Pretty unlucky girl Sweet and gentle, yet luck is never on her side To make ends meet she goes through pain. Pain knows her Tears know her Pretty unlucky, so graceful and full of life, but life is never on her side Should she unlived herself Will it stop the pain and suffering So fucked and depressed she is wondering the world alone Don't know what an

The Ballad of Amelia Grace | Poem

Try to understand the meaning of the poem, if you can! A poem from an anonymous poet. Read here...

LAMENTATIONS OF A LIAR - Poems of Lamentations 001 -

021 Opening the box to unveil the truth; Searching for the right answer; Deciphering the lies and deception. But can you handle the crimson-colored fact? Lift the lid to see what's inside, But—be ready for you might get ruined. Now, open up your eyes to what you desire. Is the content to your liking? People hate lies and seek the truth, Without knowing that truth is more horrible than a lie. They abhorred the beautiful lies, But desire the painful truths. Ah really, what a bunch of fools. This i

Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

Loyalty's Call

Loyalty is a noble trait, A bond that's built to last, A promise made to never break, Through future and through past. It's standing strong through thick and thin, A steadfast heart and soul, A trust that's earned through deeds and words, And never bought or sold. It's the courage to stand by your friends, When others turn away, A bond that's forged through trials and tests, And strengthened every day. Loyalty's call is clear and strong, A beacon in the night, A guiding light that leads us on, T

Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

"Peace and unity for India my country"

In India my land, where dreams arise, A nation's heart, a million eyes, Beneath the sky, so vast and wide, A tapestry of colors, side by side. From Himalayan peaks so grand, To sandy deserts, sun-kissed land, In unity, a strength untold, A tapestry of cultures, manifold.

Nature's Beauty

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Million Little Miracles

Wonder why there is so much questions in your mind that brought about is God real?. Find out in this peom if he is .

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

Selenophile

Look at how the moon shines on a dark night Giving it her all--all her light Giving the humans light for a safe path Knowing real well that it was a borrowed light Oh poor Mr. Sun giving his all Giving all the light needed for us all As luna takes fame; for the light sol gave She became the hero for all human race Loved by every creature--every soul As if there aren't any cosmic god named sol

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i